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Better Being

Transformation

Better Being

I woke this morningΒ 
But with another of my reflectionΒ  in mirrorsΒ 
What could this be
How could this be
It started with a dream
I remember floating it seemΒ 
electrical Colorful wave moved around me
All of a sudden a wing emerged from meΒ 
Glowing it began to flap
Making wonderful sounds as they slap
The melody spoke great words
As my eyes opened, I known it had change my destiniesΒ 
Raising me to an erect positionΒ 
Dropping me on my feet
My eyes now wide open
An amazing green
My shadow too had change
I heard β€œAWAKE”
It was then I truly did
Overwhelmed indeedΒ 
Rushed to calm and have my face washedΒ 
Shocked by my appearance,I had truly transformed.

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The fish of the sea

An Interesting spiritual moment you convey. I enjoyed it a lot. Best wishes to you. TFOTS

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Being Me

An interesting poem, Cleo. Very positive... And positive is what we all need right now x

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Marion

Lovely write Cleo...I love dreams...especially those that inspire..hugs πŸ’•Β 

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi Marion I believe dreams help direct us. Glad you enjoyed it.Β 

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Yiyan Han

The spiritual awakeness is an absolutely must at this crucial period of humanity. Good writing topic!

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